’ She cocked her head and smiled broadly. Full pouty lips outlined her straight white teeth. Becka was pretty woman, I decided. ‘Nobody complains ...o the owners?’ Becka sighed heavily. ‘That’s the owner’s son under table three.’ She flicked her head towards the man as two busboys arrived to lug his limp body into the kitchen. The doors swung shut again before I piped up with another question. ‘He’s not… cooking my breakfast… is he?’ Becka laughed at that and slid into the booth across the table. “Do you have a gf” she typed. “No, well not really. Do you” “Nope, I’ve never even kissed a boy before” “Really I’ve done way more than that!” I said seeing mychance to bring up the subject. “What did you do” she asked “Um pretty much everything. Kissed a girl and had sex’ Icontinued to lead her on. “OMG no you didn’t!” “I usually do a few times a week. You’ll think I’m kindaweird tho.” “Why” “Um because it's with my sister. She sneaks into my room atnight and we just mess around” . We sat her up against a tree down by the creek when she died. Thats where she liked to fish. Shes still there but she aint lookin to good. Ben was still takin free licks and tittie feels so Jen tied his hands with some string. We slowly did a strippen show fer Ben. He musta liked it caus he was a getten another hardon. He showed us what double humpin was. He had me lay down on my back all naked and he then put Jen on her back on top of me. Then he got on Jen and tried to hump us both at the. He knelt across her, his face still obscured by the grey hood of his jacket, his hands pulling open her coat, her blouse, his thick, graceless fingers prodding the soft, yielding flesh of her breasts. The razor-sharp knife traced a dispassionate arc across her throat, sliding down across her heart until, with a flick of his wrist, the shadowy figure cut through her bra. Slowly, moving only the knife, he lifted the delicate lace cups of her bra away from the alabaster skin of her bosom. The air.